Walter

I put my plate of food down on the table between Walt and Hen - we were all scrunched at the corner of the table so that we could watch Wall-E together. (We allow tv at the dinner table on the weekends, and it's Sunday night.) I gave Walter explicit directions not to touch, or eat, my food. I didn't need to tell Henry. He wouldn't have touched it with a ten foot pole.

Next, I saw Walt with a fistful of my stuffed potato. Henry said, "You gotta eat it fast before Walter eats it." Well, I guess so.

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At the table, Walter is very proud of the fact that he eats (as I am), and he yells out, "Mama!", to get my attention. When I look at him he puts the food in his mouth with a "harr-ummm". I'm so proud.

Henry and Walter

I heard Henry say, "Hey, give me that back, Butter Face."
Well, that's better than some other names I've heard him call his brother.

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It was 8:45 am, and Henry and I were making pancakes and bacon this morning. I'm sick, with laryngitis. He stood on his footstool watching the bacon cook and he pointed to the half bottle of wine sitting on the counter and said, "Do you want some wine?"
"Yes!" I whisper, then add, "But not quite yet."

Happy Campers

More about the boys

Walter had been closed out of Henry's room, briefly, and when Henry opened the door up to let his brother in, he turned to me and said, "Walter is such a big boy, he can reach the steering wheel!"
"You mean the doorknob?"
"Yes, the doorknob."

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We had turned out the lights for bed and Henry sent me off to get more milk for him. I returned to see him lying flat on his back on the floor of his room moving his arms and legs in unison.
"Making a snow angel?" I ask.
Smiling, he says, "Yes, because it's so snowy."
I love him.